At the same time, the flames that Shen Chong beat out also burned to the bloody Nighthawk.

Only bursts of sizzling sounds were heard, and white smoke came out from the woman in the leather clothes.

It seems that although she is not afraid of the Diyuan Sword, she is afraid of the flames instead.

Although I don’t know the specific effect, it at least caused harm to her.

The woman in red-skinned clothes stretched her right hand flat, and the part that went down from her elbow had dissipated and melted into blood.

The other end of this blood flow was naturally trapping Shen Chong's "silk cloth".

"Damn it, really damn!"

The woman in leather looked back at her long flowing hair that was emitting white smoke. Her originally beautiful wavy curly shape was slightly dry, and she also divided her hair into several pieces.

Originally, in her eyes, Shen Chong was just an ant holding the Earth Yuan Sword, not to be afraid.

She originally planned to go in and suck the blood before coming back to clean up the man and slaughter the ant, so the things on him naturally belong to her.

She didn't expect that this person not only dared to take the initiative, but even dared to pursue him, which hurt her hair.

"A mere ants, since you are really tired of living, I will help you!"

Her pupils shrank, and her blood flow was suddenly tightened.

Shen Chong suddenly felt his breathing stagnant, as if he was being entangled by a giant python.

This powerful force is extremely powerful, weighing more than tens of thousands of pounds. He actually needs to use all his strength to compress it, then tighten his muscles, and then use the leakless battle suit to barely resist it.

The Blood Nighthawk, who was about to continue rushing forward, turned around and said, "Hey, isn't dead?"

She was a little surprised that this mysterious first-class waste was even more difficult than she thought.

"Just, you have that little ability?"

At this time, Shen Chong was completely at a disadvantage, but he could not give in.

Even if it's just a few words, it's always good to delay a little time.

While he shouted, he was also struggling desperately on his body. However, the blood-colored "silk cloth" was really weird. It was as soft as cotton and as soft as glue, but it was also extremely tough. It made him powerful and had nowhere to use it, but it also pressed his body all the time.

"Of course I'm not just capable of that."

Blood Nighthawk thought for a moment and gave a person who controlled the flames his ability to be in his throat.

This place is closer to Shudu. If it attracts the powerful demon-slaying powerhouses in Shudu, it will cause trouble. It is better to suck this person dry first and then go in to find the delicious food.

So, countless silk threads scattered on the red silk cloth wrapped around Shen Chong.

These silk threads were like blood vessels, spreading along Shen Chong's whole body and trying to penetrate from every place, but were barely blocked by the Wulu battle suit.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Chong gritted his teeth hard, quickly shrank his body again, and then lifted his robe-free battle suit up and spread across his head.

Under the control of his mind, the collar of the unlimited battle suit was naturally closed, and now it was really seamless.

"Do you think I can't do anything about it?"

Blood Nighthawk was really fed up with Shen Chong, a dog skin plaster that had no strength, but relied on his equipment to stick to it.

As she said this, her left hand quietly opened its five fingers, and turned into a blood flow to invade the alloy plate.

The blood flow had just covered it, but two flames shot from behind, evaporating the blood flow dry.

"You're coming!"

She turned around in anger, but found that Shen Chong was already in madness.

The red silk sometimes expands and sometimes compresses, like a butterfly in a silkworm cocoon is struggling desperately.

This is Shen Chong took all three liver-explosive drugs Bai Zhan Pills at one time.

This Bai Zhan Pill can get one quota in one month in the entire Southwest branch. It took Shen Chong three months to set up ten hang-up scripts, and it was snatched out in seconds.

As the name suggests, a general died in a hundred battles, and the hero never returned.

The effects of Bai Zhan Pills are extremely simple and crude. They are overdrawn their vitality and achieve double the spiritual source activity in a normal state in a short period of time.

In the instructions of Bai Zhan Pills, it is clearly stated that taking two pills at a time is prohibited, otherwise it will be seriously injured at a time, and it will inevitably leave indelible sequelae on the body!

Shen Chong: Sequences? What is that? Can I eat it?

Anyway, he ate it all.

After the spiritual energy was enhanced, his strength increased greatly, and he felt even more crazy.

Even though others still cannot break free, they can tear open the red silk with their hands from time to time and make two balls of flames.

Blood Nighthawk had no choice but to focus all his attention on him again. This time, the earth-level boss was also cruel, with his left and right hands coming out. The blood column transformed from his arms turned into red silk and wrapped around Shen Chong at the same time. The double-sized blood vessel needle tips poked wildly at the Wulu-Watch Clothes.

The leakless war suit was severely damaged, and finally two of them were poked in more or less.

"Suck you dry!"

The Blood Nighthawk roared sharply, no longer retaining his strength, and red lights appeared all over his body, shining like daylight in the children's playground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Chong could not resist the suction force of the blood vessel that pierced into his body. He could only let the blood flow quickly, and simply did not retreat but advanced.

He punched Lingyun's wavering fist with both hands, and bombarded the void again and again.

He was not aimless. Every punch he punched out could bring out a ball of fire and hit the bloody Nighthawk's body.

"What a strong blood!"

Blood Nighthawk took a few sips, his eyes lit up, and he even felt that this person's blood was only slightly inferior to the smell in the room.

Anyway, she couldn't eat without killing this person, so she changed her mind and planned to suck the person out first.

Although the oncoming fireball was a bit annoying, the Blood Nighthawk thought it was harmless and would not take long to suck the mysterious level dry.

Unexpectedly, the two of them entered a stalemate, and Shen Chong's blood was stronger than she imagined.

Ten minutes passed, and Shen Chong was not exhausted yet. The Blood Nighthawk even felt that he had absorbed enough 100 servings at least once!

Her body was burned everywhere, and she was hit by a lot of fireballs one after another. Her body composed of blood had evaporated a lot. If she hadn't been injured and tonic, she would have been a little unbearable.

Finally, two broken sounds came from the red silk cocoon.

Blood Nighthawk smiled. The idiot's two fist gloves that could set fire were damaged because he was madly activated.

"Now, let's see how you die! I want to see how much blood you still have."

Shen Chong in the cocoon was not at all confused, but instead sighed.

That's now!

The thinking space suddenly emerged, covering his body several feet in a radius, and accurately positioned the blood he was sucked away.

At this time, in his "heart" eyes, the blood in front of him was flowing slowly in countless capillary straws, forming a personal form again.

The human-shaped arms are still connected in this direction like a tree root.

Although his blood was sucked away a lot, it had even been completely integrated with the body of the Blood Nighthawk, but the contact with him was not completely interrupted.

As long as he thinks, as long as he is willing to put in enough mental power, he can still control these blood like he does when he operates his own muscles!

"Certainly!"

Shen Chong shouted loudly in his heart.

The bloody nighthawk, who was about to give him the last blow, finally stabbed the blood vessel into his bone marrow.

"What's going on! Why can't I move anymore!"

The next moment, the sword light rose, and Shen Chong, holding the Earth Yuan sword, broke through the "red silk" cocoon that had been formed due to a brief loss of control, and then shot forward and rushed forward.

He held the hilt of the knife with his right hand and glared at him.

He shouted, "So what about an ant! It's you who died!"

This time, the Earth Yuan Sword did not grow longer, but instead opened it like a fan.

Shen Chong held the giant fan and took a hard shot.

The fan first collided with the Blood Nighthawk's face, and it broke down.

Boom!

Finally, Shen Chong grabbed the hilt with his right hand and pressed the ground, leaving a fan-shaped pit that was half a meter deep in the soil.

He stood up again, and the plasma in the pit was boiling, but there was no breath of life.

Blood Nighthawk, die!

Shen Chong was a little shaky and could only barely hold on before he did not fall down.

A ray of green light slowly floated up from the plasma and rolled on the water.

Shen Chongwei was surprised.

What is this thing that has not been damaged under the Diyuan Sword?

He bent down and grabbed the thing from the plasma, but found that it was actually an envelope.
Chapter completed!